Jackie the dog…was brought to the ashram when he was very young. He never mixed with other dogs, nor did he play much. Instead, he lived the life of a sadhu. He would sit in front of Bhagavan [Sri Ramana Maharshi] on an orange cloth that had been provided by a devotee and stare intently at Bhagavan’s eye. Because Bhagavan had a lot of love for him, and because he always behaved in such an exemplary fashion, he was always very well looked after… Whenever prasad [food that has been offered to God in a ceremony, then distributed to devotees] was distributed, Jackie would not eat until Bhagavan began to eat his own portion. On such occasions, he would watch Bhagavan’s face intently. As soon as Bhagavan put a morsel into his mouth, Jackie would start to eat his own portion.
I remember one incident concerning Jackie that occurred while Bhagavan was sitting by the well, surrounded by devotees. Jackie was sitting with the devotees, looking intently at Bhagavan, when a stray dog entered the ashram through the back gate. Jackie, distracted by the newcomer, began to bark.
Bhagavan gently chided him by saying, ‘You just close your eyes. You just close your eyes. You just close your eyes. If you do this you will not be able to see the dog.’
Jackie obeyed at once but some of the rest of us continued to look at the stray dog.
When I saw what was happening I laughed and remarked, ‘This is a good teaching. It is not only for Jackie, it is for everyone.’
– David Godman from Living by the Words of Bhagavan
There’s a break in the chain in every once in a while.
A sudden “Oh no!”
I loose the feel of the ground, of my surroundings, that I’m being held.
“Maybe life forgot me,” I say to him, cradled in his arms.
“What are you talking about? Look at your amazing life,” he says.
“You’re right,” I say, my head held with shame. Stupid voices.
“You have so much abundance in your life: you got love, a great home, a great dog; you got health, you got it all.”
I nod to him, he’s so right. “I know. It’s an old voice creeping in.”
I get scared sometimes.
I hold on, I grip, I forget that I’m not in control.
It’s an old habit that creeps in every once in a while.
When does it visit me?
When things are quiet. And still. And steady.
When everything is as it is.
When I’m relaxed, at ease and simply happy, and then suddenly I grip —
“I need more,” says my fear as it creeps in.
Am I doing enough? No.
Can I be doing more? Yes.
Traditionally, the January Moon energy is going to allow all of us to tap into our own sense of ambition and determination in order to get clear on what it is that we truly desire and want to achieve for the year ahead.
In Native American and early Colonial times, the Full Moon for January was called the Full Wolf Moon. This New Moon is the perfect time to plant seeds for the future, particularly when it comes to making ambitious and career orientated goals.
Here are my wolf-moon offerings:
I let go of results.
I let go of pushing.
I let go of wishing something different.
I cultivate elephantine pace.
I cultivate a fresh perspective.
I cultivate possibility.
The monster under my bed?
Formality, sentences with correct grammar and structure.
When they say, “Move it along, pick up the pace.”
It’s the procedural talk, “On this day of this month on this street, this person grabbed this and went here and that’s called a thingamajig that is the cause of this person’s death, blueblahblingdkaofjlafndsn”
Tongue gets tied.
Mind gets tired.
Ground falls beneath.
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